Seeing Le Zhengyue get angry, Jiang Nannan instinctively wanted to explain, but before she could say a word, Le Zhengyue had already stepped forward.
The Dragon God Martial Soul behind him let out a terrifying, low dragon's roar, and then an immense, abyss-like force of suppression descended.
This force of suppression was beyond anything Le Zhengyu could have imagined. The Holy Angel Martial Soul behind him wavered, but before it could reveal even a glimmer of light, the terrifying Dragon God had already struck down with a palm.
Le Zhengyue didn't use the Dragon God's inherited ability, Dragon God Palm, because there was simply no need.
This alone was already enough.
As his palm came down, the Angel Martial Soul was suppressed in an instant, and Le Zhengyu spat out a mouthful of blood.
Before he could react, Le Zhengyue had already closed in. He didn't even deign to keep using the Dragon God Martial Soul.
As he threw a punch, the Dragon God's power coalesced, and the terrifying blow slammed straight into Le Zhengyu's chest.
Le Zhengyu's body flew backward, landing some three or four meters away.
Feeling the almost surging, violent force, Le Zhengyu spat out another mouthful of blood.
He stared at his younger brother, his eyes filled with disbelief.
Angel power gathered around him. He stared fixedly at his younger brother, but no longer had the courage to charge forward again.
The force carried by that single palm had already left him gravely injured.
Le Zhengyu could even feel that if Le Zhengyue hadn't held back at the last moment, that palm might have killed him outright.
Feeling the gulf between them, Le Zhengyu gritted his teeth.
He naturally possessed an inherited power of his own—the power of a Super Douluo. He just couldn't be sure whether that power was real.
Staring at his younger brother, he wanted to use that power, but he also understood that if he did, he would have no way to explain himself to the rest of the family.
Why would a teenager suddenly possess the power of a Super Douluo?
He couldn't explain it to his grandfather, and he couldn't even be sure whether those so-called memories were real.
Seeing Le Zhengyu, Le Zhengyue knew when to stop.
He smiled warmly at Le Zhengyu, then grabbed Jiang Nannan and left with her.
After this, Le Zhengyu would need at least half a year to recover. That was more than enough for Le Zhengyue.
Since he wasn't planning to go any further, he naturally wouldn't keep pushing.
Meanwhile, in the room, Le Zhengyue pulled Jiang Nannan inside and shut the door. He fixed his gaze on her, his expression cold.
"Why didn't you fight back? Even without using your powers, you should be no weaker than Le Zhengyu."
"You have the power of a Super Douluo too. Even setting that power aside, you're not weak yourself."
Le Zhengyue's tone was cold as he stared at Jiang Nannan.
He couldn't understand what the girl in front of him was thinking. If he hadn't come, was she really going to let Le Zhengyu bully her?
Under Le Zhengyue's scrutinizing gaze, Jiang Nannan merely lowered her head. Naturally, she had her reasons.
If Le Zhengyu had actually dragged her inside, she would certainly have unleashed her power and fought back.
But her perception was keen, too. More precisely, her Soft Bone Rabbit Martial Soul was very familiar with Le Zhengyue's aura. She had sensed him coming ahead of time, which was why she hadn't resisted.
"I felt you coming. You were already at the door a long time ago. So why didn't you stop him then?"
Jiang Nannan looked at Le Zhengyue as she spoke. She wanted to say more, but his expression didn't change.
"Did I really have to step in over something like this? I told you, you're my woman. No one but me gets to lay a hand on you."
"From now on, if you run into Le Zhengyu and he provokes you, just hit him."
"If you can't beat him, I'll teach you some combat techniques and help you fight him. If you can beat him, then give him a good beating yourself."
Le Zhengyue spoke plainly as he looked at Jiang Nannan.
He didn't know much about Le Zhengyu. After all, no one would bother keeping tabs on someone who was as good as dead.
He truly hadn't planned to spare Le Zhengyu. Even if he did, Le Zhengyu wouldn't leave the Angel Family—or head south to Shrek Academy. Le Zhengyue would never allow that.
After all, if Le Zhengyu went there, he would expose Le Zhengyue's plan to deceive Xie Xie, Xu Xiaoyan, and Tang Wulin.
He had a way to deal with that. Besides, the others weren't close to Le Zhengyu and wouldn't care about him.
But if Le Zhengyu went and told Tang Wulin about something that had never happened, it would inevitably draw Tang Wulin and the others' attention. Le Zhengyue couldn't accept that.
Of course, Le Zhengyue cast a complicated glance at Jiang Nannan. This situation wasn't without its benefits.
He had actually recorded Le Zhengyu provoking Jiang Nannan and even preparing to take her to a room.
Not because he had some peculiar fetish, but because the footage could be shown to Xu Xiaoyan.
Thinking of this, Le Zhengyue fell silent for a second. He had no intention of continuing to criticize Jiang Nannan.
"All right, go downstairs. He shouldn't provoke you again. His injuries are serious; he'll need at least a month to recover."
Le Zhengyue waved his hand as he spoke.
Unable to take the next step in the Angel Inheritance for a month, Le Zhengyu would have to study under Yu Xiaogang during that time.
Thinking of it, that was killing two birds with one stone.
Jiang Nannan watched Le Zhengyue sit there, ignoring her, and fell silent for a moment. She wanted to say something, but in the end she said nothing. She turned and left in silence.
During the afternoon lessons, when four o'clock came, Le Zhengyu appeared in the hall, looking deeply reluctant.
If Le Zhengyue had arranged this for him, he would have refused and even cursed him out. But this had been arranged by Le Zhengyu's grandfather, Le Zheng'en, so he had no choice. Even he had to come and study.
Looking at the man seated at the dining table in the living room, Le Zhengyu instinctively gave him a disdainful look.
He didn't know anything about this Grandmaster, so he had sent someone to ask around earlier that afternoon.
When he heard about the man's background, he had been a little surprised. But once he learned that the man was sweeping toilets, he found it hard to accept.
A piece of trash who swept toilets was supposed to be his teacher?
If this hadn't been his grandfather's order, Le Zhengyu would have cursed him out.
But now that Le Zhengyu had arrived, Yu Xiaogang sat there with a solemn expression.
He quietly ate the steak in front of him, lightly cutting off a piece with his knife and fork and putting it in his mouth. His gaze rested on Le Zhengyu.
"So it really is the Holy Angel Martial Soul. The Martial Soul itself is quite good, but your character leaves much to be desired."
"There's something I feel I should tell you."
Yu Xiaogang's voice was calm, and he carried himself with the bearing of a Martial Soul master.
Feeling the aura around Yu Xiaogang, Le Zhengyu furrowed his brow. He was unusually puzzled, since he had never dealt with him before.
He didn't know much about this Grandmaster. Seeing how imposing the man was, he fell silent for a moment and sat down, looking at Yu Xiaogang.
He wanted to see what Yu Xiaogang would say.
Meeting his gaze, Yu Xiaogang gave a light cough, then fixed his eyes on him and spoke.
"A man—or a man with backbone—can shed blood, but he must never shed tears."
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